martedì 14 settembre 2010

giovedì 26 agosto 2010

lunedì 9 agosto 2010

martedì 11 maggio 2010

Chianti 2010 Good Vibration and bros.

A bike's not finished until you put some miles on it with your bros...

lunedì 29 marzo 2010

venerdì 19 marzo 2010

giovedì 18 marzo 2010

giovedì 11 marzo 2010

Dai che manca poco, impazienti di macinare ancora chilometri sotto al sole incontrare nuovamente vecchi amici e conoscerne di nuovi......

On the road again!!!

lunedì 8 marzo 2010

Just read on Volksrat's great Blogg that the Discovery Channel have finally Dropped these AssholesHALLE'..FKIN..'LUJAH.. about time .. no more shitty bikes in fancy dress.... When I was young riding a chop was a very different situation to nowadays…. The police wanted to bust you, skinheads wanted to fight you, posh girls wanted to fuck you and straight citzens looked at you with fear and loathing..... but never with eye contact….. bars and pubs had signs saying things like ‘no leathers’…… but because of Assholes like OCC, chops have now become a mainstream trendy fashion statement and everywhere you go people approach you with big grins on their faces asking stupid questions and telling you how great your ‘chopper’ is… i mean shit they even put indicators on the f'kin things nowadays, that aint a chop.... me I much prefer the days when people left you alone, thought you were one of the 4 horsemen of the apocalipse and just hoped you wouldn’t kidnap and rape their daughters……. Life was a lot simpler back then…
chops are meant to be ‘bad’, ‘evil', ‘dangerous’ and totally pointless…. Not fancy arsed f’kin fashion statements riden by people who don't know a spark plug from a golf ball….. …. I hope they go back to making fire escapes

and if it would just stop raining i'd be a lot happier.... winter is dragging out far too much.... right, i feel better for that little rant!!

giovedì 25 febbraio 2010


lunedì 15 febbraio 2010

Shovelhead 79'


Shovelhead 79'


martedì 2 febbraio 2010

mercoledì 27 gennaio 2010

venerdì 22 gennaio 2010

We Believe...

We believe in going our own way, no matter which way the rest of the world is going.

We believe in bucking the system that’s built to smash individuals as bugs on a windshield.

Some of us believe in the man upstairs. All of us believe in sticking it to the man down here.

We believe in the sky, and we don’t believe in the sunroof.

We believe in freedom.

We believe in dust, tumbleweeds, buffalo, mountain ranges and riding off into the sunset.

We believe in saddle bags and we believe that cowboys had it right.

We believe in refusing to knuckle under to anyone.

We believe in wearing black, because it doesn’t show any dirt or weakness.

We believe the world is going soft, and we’re not going along with it.

We believe in motorcycle rallies that last a week.

We believe in road side attractions, gas station hot dogs, and finding out what’s over the next hill.

We believe in rumbling engines, pistons the size of garbage cans, fuel tanks designed in 1936, freight-train size headlights, chrome and custom paint.

We believe in flames and skulls.

We believe life is what you make it, and we make it one hell of a ride.

We believe the machine you sit on can tell the world exactly where you stand.

We don’t care what everyone else believes…


martedì 19 gennaio 2010